Little Battles

The way the two of them argued yesterday
was uncomfortable for everyone to witness.
We were all there around them
circling the fire
of their polite antipathy.

Pot shot
after bon mot was hurled at each other
and we got to hear each and every one.
I didn’t understand
everything that was said
but I suspected that the grim smiles
were not necessarily sincere.

The party ended kind of early
with no winner between the two.
They just continued
trading snarky blows
into the evening
until we all faded away.

I don’t know what precipitated their little battle
and no one seemed to find a way
to get them to stop.

There was no peace in the valley last night.
Maybe when we get together next time
they’ll have forgotten
what they were arguing about
but I’m not too hopeful.

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